Transformers Dark Energon Megatron Novels & Stories

Instead of actually reflecting on his actions and deciding to change his ways, Michiall unconsciously tried to survive by feeding off on the only source of energy that was around him, the negative energies that were born from Dark Energy. The same Dark Energy has also made Michiall grow stronger, surrounding him with the opposite energy as the chains that bind him. Because of this, the chains that bind him have gradually weakened. On top of it all, his whispers have actually reached the hearts of mortals that were vulnerable to darkness. The more he incited mortals into cruelty and negative energies, the more negative energy went to The Void, and the more powerful he became. He has become a

'I will retrieve the last of the Heralds, for the Ultimate Speedverse. The figure paused and in that moment, Diana and Carol noticed how he looked up into space before uttering once more. 'For ...Elektris!' Diana gave Carol a grim look as they were both recovering from the attack. They watched the Titan stretch out its massive arms and using its sharp flaming claws, it tore through the fabric of the Darkforce realm as if it were paper and stepped out into the mortal world—Earth. "Go!" called Carol who turned to face the dark souls of the Darkforce that were about to walk out with Prometheus. "I'll hold them off!"

Soldiers clad in armor came out carrying nets and prods that hissed with high-voltage currents. Aaron said "Give us the boy, Elara. He does not belong to the pack anymore. He belongs to the New Republic. We are going to use the Void in his chest to power the grid. A clean infinite energy source for the people who actually built this world." Damon tried to stand. The soldiers fired cables at him. These cables wrapped around his body discharging a high-frequency pulse that sent him crashing back into the snow. Elara lunged for the cables. Aaron stepped between her and the Alpha. He had a black rod in his hand.

said Nalia. “It isn’t. Nesko and Hall have tried to steal the power core, the very heart of the dark forest,” said the guard, and I knew he was telling the truth. “It is said that the primordial things that have survived for a long time can be great catalysts of energy.” I’m afraid that’s true, said Alondra, and I cursed under my breath. And that was accepting the nightmare. “Elabor,” I said harshly. “I don’t know all the details,” said the guard. “Please, heal him.”

But if Adrian and Tyron succeeded, no one would hesitate to fight for the treasure. While the crowd hesitated, Adrian and Tyron entered the cloud of dark energy. Suddenly, the dark energy opened up, forming a space like a vast, gaping hole. Adrian was momentarily stunned by the sight, then shouted, "Let's go, Tyron!" He pulled Tyron along as he charged forward at full speed. Tyron was shocked, feeling the dark energy crash against them as if it were trying to tear apart their skin and flesh. Their bodies trembled under the fierce pressure. The sinister force was far beyond what ordinary people could endure. It was clear now that Adrian’s judgment had been right.

But they persevered, fueled by a desperate hope. With a deafening snap, the chain severed. The monstrous entity let out a shriek of fury as the dark energy coursing through its form surged back towards the anvil. The colossal structure pulsed with renewed power, the chamber shaking violently. Evie and Liam were thrown back once more, the force of the energy nearly knocking them unconscious. But as the energy settled, a stunned silence descended upon the chamber. The monstrous entity, deprived of its dark fuel, dissipated into nothingness.

It was a Behemoth-Class Siege Platform. It wasn't bipedal. It moved on massive, segmented tank treads, each one the size of a city bus. The main chassis was a heavily sloped pyramid of impenetrable dark-grey depleted uranium armor. Mounted on the top of the pyramid was a devastating twin-linked railgun battery, capable of punching through reinforced bunkers. But worst of all, the entire machine was surrounded by a crackling, visible dome of solid blue energy. An Aegis-Network localized deflector shield.

Trenton asked, taking a few steps back. “Okay, I see your point. While I don’t believe my father would have done that, I will take your word for it. Since you can turn back time, I will want you to show me what really happened back then, but later.” Cyran answered Trenton, as I held my breath to keep myself from throwing up. “First, let’s get rid of that black Dragon Mark.” Trenton waved his hand and a female, about my age stepped forward. She looked tiny and I couldn’t imagine that she was able to contain a Dragon within her. I knew there were female Dragons, but this was the first time I had seen one.

“Mommy, there are never enough robots! The Autobots need more troops!” I let out a long breath. “Your room is already full of robots. You don't even play with all of them.” Max shook his head hard, his messy hair moving with his movements. “That's because I need a bigger Optimus Prime! And Megatron! They have to fight!” I gave him a flat look. “I thought you already had Optimus and Megatron.” “But this is the NEW VERSION, Mommy!” he protested, emphasizing the word ‘new’ dramatically. “The cooler one! The one that talks and moves on its own!”

It lunged — not forward, but downward, tendrils of shadow and root probing toward the children. Sipho stepped in front. Pain flared in his chest, the wound burning like molten metal. His second heart thudded painfully, blood thrumming through his veins like molten fire. With a guttural roar, he unleashed a wave of energy — something older than the Dark itself, something forged from his survival and his debt — and slammed it into the thing. The tendrils recoiled. Faces twisted in agony. The thing staggered, screaming into the night, before pausing, motionless but still alive.